John Fowles is dead. And I wouldn't be sad now, except the French Lieutenant's Woman was the first superb modern novel I ever read; really opened a whole new world. Nearly 14 years on and I still reccommend it. Not the movie. That blew. Fucking Meryl Streep. Oh man. Thanks for not blowing, John Fowles.So many men I'm in love with are dead! Ghengis Khan, Bruce Chatwin, Laurence Olivier, John Fowles . . . all I have left is Joaquin Phoenix, Roméo Dallaire, Vincent Cassel, Bill Withers, Daniel Craig, strippers, Italians, Paolo Szot, Daniel Taylor, Stéphane Rousseau, Banquo, MacDuff, and a few other guys.
Yep, time to shut up. I love every boy!
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